The Program - Part 1
[The attached story is a fantasy. That is to say it is one of my fantasies. If this
isn't your fantasy that is fine. But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't like
the fantasy or the situation. They are what excites me and I don't expect them
to impact you the same way. DO write and tell me where the writing sucks, or
where you would have done something differently to improve the story - I am
trying to get better at this. I am not a professional writer, although I'm told the
only difference is that I don't get paid for this. If you like stories of women far
stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find some
enjoyment in these stories. Many of these stories are extremely violent,
explicit, and graphic in nature. You must be over 18 to read this.]
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It was a slow night at the bar and the bartender was about to announce
last call. There was only himself, his buddy Tom at the bar, and four
bikers in the back playing pool. Normally, he didn't like those types
being in his place - but they had been quiet and hadn't bothered anyone
so he left them alone.
The bartender's first thought as she walked in was 'cute - but kind of
skinny'. Then he realized she was young probably only 18 - 19 and he should
card her. He decided to let her be and gave her a drink when she sat at
the bar.
"We'll be closing in a few minutes, ma'am," he told her as he handed her
a beer.
She didn't reply. As the bartender looked at her further he was
bothered. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was wrong with
her. He looked more closely. Long, blonde hair framed an attractive face
with large, bright blue eyes, and alluring red lips. What he could see of
her body looked pretty good - not as skinny as he originally thought. She
was wearing a long white dress covered by an overcoat. Her build was decent
but not as voluptuous as he preferred. She had a nice tan, must have spent
a lot of time at the beach, he thought.
He tried a few more times to engage her in conversation but she made no
move to reply. She just sat there looking off into space with her hands on
the glass. The bartender finally gave up and went back to Tom and continued
their argument about what was wrong with the government.
A few minutes later she stood up and took off her coat. She looked over
at the bartender and Tom, smiled and said, "You boys want to see something
cool?" Her voice was deep and sultry. Tom's first thought was that she
would make a fortune on those 900 lines. She walked over to the two men,
pushing the sleeves of her dress up off her arms. She held her arms out
straight and told the men to "Hang on tight!"
Puzzled, the men reached out and touched her arms, Tom took her left and
the bartender her right arm. "No," she corrected, "tight - with both hands
and don't let go." The men did as she told. Her arm was firm and the
bartender noticed the veins stood out prominently. Must be into aerobics,
he thought. Tom clamped down hard and was surprised to see that the arm had
little give under his grasp. Forget that, it had no give. He was impressed
she was in better shape than he had thought.
"Now here it comes," she said. The bartender noticed it first, he was
watching her chest, thinking it was nicer than he had surmised when she had
first come in. Must have been the jacket was his thought when the first
jump occurred. Suddenly her chest moved, or at least he swore it had. Her
tits had grown right before his eyes! As he blinked his eyes he also
realized that the arm under his grasp had grown. When he had first grabbed
it, her arm was firm, but slender. He could almost have put one of his big
hands all the way around it. Now, it took both of his hands to contain her
bicep and it was significantly harder as well. It had always been firm, now
it was downright hard. Tom had noticed the same thing, and the instant
erection he had gotten was testament to how he felt about this development.
"Very impressive," Tom breathed. "Never would have thought a skirt like
you would have muscles like this. Unflexed you would never believe it could
get this big." Tom was into bodybuilding and he knew a little about what he
was talking about.
The girl smiled and looked at the two men, "That's nothing, wait til it
gets going. We're going to party." Her expression showed no strain at all
as she continued to pump her incredible muscles.
The bartender went from impressed, to surprised as her arm continued to
grow. Within a minute or two (time seemed to have gotten lost somewhere
during her demonstration) her arm grew steadily in size and hardness. He
was now having trouble keeping his hands around her bicep. The hardness was
even more remarkable. He tried to push back against the muscle and was
unable to even dent it. He continued to gaze at her chest as well. It had
grown at least as much as her arms. She was now showing significant amounts
of cleavage as two very firm breasts began to strain against her dress. The
nipples were clearly outlined against the fabric - which was beginning to
stretch to its capacity.
Harder than my dick, was Tom's thought as he held onto her arm. Her
bicep must be over 15 inches and she still shows no sign of exertion. Tom
had met a lot of bodybuilders but he had never seen anyone who's flexed and
unflexed dimensions were so disparate. Then suddenly everything he thought
he knew about the human body disappeared.
The girl bent her arm at the elbow and clenched her hand in a fist. Her
arm went from huge to mindblowing in a second. It grew at least three more
inches and experienced a quantum shift in hardness as well. Both men were
unable to keep their hands around her bicep as it blew up in their grasp.
Tom gasped, and the bartender sat down on a stool as still the girl's arm
grew. Finally the bartender knew it was done, there was no way it could
possibly get any bigger or harder. The girl looked over at him, smiled and
blew him a kiss. As he massaged her incredible muscle it took another
quantum leap. It seemed to swell right in his grasp. It was now bigger
than any arm he had ever seen in his life, man or woman. Hulk Hogan's 21"
pythons would look puny in comparison, especially given that these arms were
carried on the frame of a 5'8" woman.
Tom had never thought the term 'hard as steel' was more fitting than to
the bicep he was now holding. The peak was huge and both bicep and tricep
were truly unbelievable. He tested the strength of this arm by trying to
pull her arm down. Even with both of his hands and all of his prodigious
weight behind the task, he was unable to move the girl. He felt he was on
the verge of cumming in his pants. He always had been attracted to muscular
women, but this girl was beyond his wildest imagination. The arm was
vascular, but not overly so, this made Tom think (as unbelievable as this
was) that there was still more room for expansion. He gazed at the rest of
her body. Her tits were practically sticking out of the dress now, as
unlike an iceberg, more was showing than was covered by the fabric. Her
pecs were firm and showed no sign of needing support. A wide ripple of
muscle went down the middle of her chest. Tom tried to peek down her dress
but was unable to see any more. He continued to gaze down her body. Her
legs were twin columns of chiseled granite. No statue could have had more
definition or tone. The size of her legs was at least as impressive as her
arms, yet somehow it looked appropriate on her frame. Instead of detracting
from her it only made her more ravishing, more feminine.
The girl giggled at their expressions and smiled. "Do you like what you
feel? There's more you know." Her voice had even seemed to grow.
Tom was contemplating how this was possible, when one of the bikers came
over and grabbed the girl's ass. He yelled over to the other's, "Come here
you got to feel this, this chick's got buns of steel." The girl shrugged
off Tom and the bartender and turned to face the biker. "Hey muscle woman,
wanna party?" he asked.
Her face lit up in a smile, "That's exactly want I want to do, lead the
way." He led her over to the pool table. He was asking her name as one of
the others shot the eight ball towards the side pocket. She reached out and
grabbed the ball right before it fell in the pocket. She held it against
her cheek.
"Hey bitch," the man who had shot the ball began, "that was a $50 shot."
She looked over at the man held the ball in her hand and squeezed. Her
forearm bulged impressively as the ball disintegrated to powder. "Like I
give a shit," she replied. "I thought we were going to party."
The shooter began to walk over to her pointing his finger at her and
cussing, "Bitch, I am going to fucking tear your heart out---," he never got
a chance to finish. Her arms flashed out and grabbed the biker. Her left
arm grabbed his wrist as her right grabbed his throat. She lifted him off
the ground by his throat and his comments were reduced to a choking gasp.
She squeezed his wrist with her left hand and there was an audible snapping
of bone. His expression turned to pain and terror but he was unable to get
any sound out. She let go of his wrist which flopped uselessly at his side
and grabbed his crotch and lifted him overhead, her right hand remaining on
his throat.
"That wasn't nice," she said her voice low and full of venom, "you
better apologize or I might have to get mad." She was holding him over her
head with the ease you or I might hold a feather. She shook him and told
him to say he was sorry. With her hand on his throat he was still unable to
get a word out. His face was beet red and he appeared to be having trouble
breathing. She squeezed his testicles with her left hand and started to
taunt him. "Whats the matter big man? Little girl too much for you?"
The other three bikers had stood there not believing what they were
seeing. This girl held their leader up like a rag doll! Tony was the first
to respond. He took a pool cue and clubbed her on the back with all his
might. The cue broke in two but the girl seemed to not even notice. She
continued to taunt the leader, pressing him up and down and squeezing his
throat and testicles alternately. Tony again tried to help his comrade by
spinning her around and driving his fist into her stomach. He yelped in
pain as his fist bounced harmlessly against her steel-belted abs. She
looked at him as he shook his hand in pain, "Oh, you want to play too? Let
me get rid of this one first." She lifted her victim high into the air,
going to her toes in the process. Her calves bunched hugely as she tensed
her body and threw the biker down onto the pool table. The pool table
crashed to the ground and the biker lay on top of it, unconscious.
She looked over at Tony and held out her hand. "Hi I'm Tammy, do you
want to play with me." Her face looked angelic as she smiled, but her
muscles were bulging ominously. Tony backed away and yelled for his two
remaining friends, Chuck and Carl to help. Unspoken, the three men knew
their strategy from countless brawls. They circled the girl and all rushed
her at once. They felt that together they could force her to the ground and
once there, their superior weight and numbers could overcome her obvious
strength. From three sides the bikers tried to punch and claw at the super
muscular girl. Chuck and Carl were amazed at the hardness of her body.
They had never felt anything like it in their lives as their blows seemed
to bounce off her. They felt like they were punching a brick wall.
Tammy laughed at the men's feeble effort. "You can't hurt me you're
only three silly, stupid men." She reached back and grabbed all three men's
heads in her arms and dragged them to the wall. She stepped back and let
them have a second to collect themselves. She grabbed a pool cue and
advanced towards the men, who stood paralyzed in front of her. "Let's try
something fun," she laughed. She pressed the cue across the three men's
necks (which was about even with her forehead). Each man grabbed the cue in
reflex and tried to push it away. "That's it," Tammy cried, "try and stop
me before I crush you."
Even with all three men pushing the cue did not move away from their
necks. Tammy's arms bulged even further and the dress began to tear away
from her body. "Oh come on," she exhorted the men. "I'm not even trying
yet! My body can get ever so much bigger than this if you gave it a
challenge! I know lets make it more even."
Tammy stepped back and moved the cue back about 3 feet. This gave the
men some room to extend their arms and get some weight behind their pushes.
The men heaved with exertion frantic to get away from this madwoman but the
cue still did not move. It was a strange sight for Tom and the bartender
as they watched one girl hold off the three men. Tammy was laughing and
smiling, no noticeable effort on her beautiful face. The men, on the other
hand, were panting and red-faced with effort. Their arms and legs
contorted with strain, yet the cue remained motionless. Her muscles
continued to grow alarmingly and her dress fell away with a loud rip. She
wiggled it down her hips and stepped out of it.
Tom gasped at her body. No human being was ever as defined as this
woman! Her pecs stood firm oblivious to gravity - supported by tremendous
chest and back muscles. Her abs were hard and perfect, he swore he could
see each individual muscle. Her legs were huge and well defined. There was
not an ounce of fat anywhere. She put any male bodybuilder he had ever seen
to shame. Her size was truly unbelievable and the definition was
spectacular. Her long blonde hair hung over her wide shoulders and added to
her overwhelming femininity. As he watched her, Tom spasmed into his jeans.
It was the best orgasm he had ever had and no one had touched him! He was
truly in love (or lust at least) with this amazing girl. His definition of
female changed instantly as he watched this mountain of strength terrorize
the three macho bikers.
The bartender's reaction was a little different. He was terrified of
this woman. She was tearing these men apart and he knew they were next. He
reached down for the baseball bat he kept under the bar. As he watched he
knew the bat would be no help against this creature. Her muscles defied
description. Huge was an understatement! An anatomy chart could not have
shown any more detail than this young girl. And still her muscles continued
to grow. As she pulled and pushed the three men, whose combined weight had
to be over 600 pounds, her arms and legs bulged obscenely. She laughed
loudly at the grunting men, and her huge chest bounced. He remembered his
earlier assessment of the girl when she had come into his bar and now
found it ludicrous. His arms would not be long enough to encircle her
chest and back, yet he had somehow thought she was skinny when she had first
come in. Obviously, something weird was going on here. This girl was a
freak, some sort of super muscular experiment, who could pass herself off
as a regular human - and then swell to insane proportions at will, and they
were all going to die. He shrunk back in terror of this teenage girl with
arms larger than his head and legs the size of his waist!
Tammy stepped aside as she let go of the bar - and laughed loudly as
the three men collapsed onto the floor. Reaching down she grabbed Tony by
the hair and lifted him to his feet. She pressed his head to her chest and
held him there with one hand. His face was buried in her cleavage and he
kicked and struggled unable to extricate himself. She laughed at his
efforts and told him to "keep trying, that feels good!" With her other hand
she grabbed Carl by the belt loop. In an amazing display she lifted him
first off his feet and then over her head with one hand! She held the two
men helpless as Chuck got to his feet. He had seen enough of this girl and
he tried to run from the bar. Tammy, seeing what he was trying to do,
kicked him on the ass and sent him flying across the bar. Still holding
Tony to her chest and Carl over her head she walked over to the fallen man.
She straddled him and as he tried to get up he raised right up between her
huge thighs. She clamped down on him and held him in a tight scissors.
Chuck instantly cried in pain from the girl's steely grasp and pounded
ineffectually on her legs with his fists. She looked down at him and
scowled. "You should have been nicer to me!" She clamped her legs together
tighter and Chuck began to cry out in pain.
"Please, lady, you're killing me. Let me go - I'm sorry for Christ's
sake!" Chuck actually began to cry as he felt his ribs breaking from the
strain. Tears ran down his cheeks and he screamed for help. This macho man
who had delighted in terrorizing others was now screaming for someone to
help him. Anything to get away from this woman. "Help, Police," he began,
"anyone, help me, she's killing me! OWWWWW!"
Tammy looked up at Tom and the bartender, "He's a real pain you now?
Well watch this, I'll put an end to his caterwauling." She clamped down even
harder on his torso. Tom was sure her leg muscles were going to explode
from her skin as she squeezed. Chuck let out a tortured scream and then
fell limp. Tammy smiled up at the men, "I felt his ribs break, you ought
to try it, it's a real turn on. Oh yeah," she continued. "we're starting
to party now."
Tony was about to fall unconscious from lack of air clamped to the super
woman's bosom. She now let him go and he sucked in air gratefully. She
bent down and tore off her underwear exposing her blonde pussy hair. Then,
she grabbed Tony and shoved his face into her box. "Get to work," she
yelled at him, "be of some use in this world." Obediently Tony began to
work his tongue inside her. He thought if he could please her maybe she
would let him go. She began to moan in pleasure and rocked back and forth.
She got down on the floor, still holding Carl overhead with one arm, and
shoved Tony even farther inside her. Unable to breathe, Tony began to lick
and bite furiously trying to get out or make her cum. She closed her eyes
and moaned in ecstasy. "Oh yeah, baby, that's the way." As she neared
orgasm Tony was no longer conscious between her legs. She used his face
as her tool anyway, grinding it unmercifully with her strong legs. She
orgasmed forcefully clamping down even harder on the man's head. Tom was
sure she was going to kill him, so forceful were her convolutions. It
lasted for over a minute and when she finished she finally released Tony
who flopped to the floor, unmoving. A slight flow of blood was trickling
from his nose and mouth - and his face was covered in her vaginal juices.
She stood up and seemed to realize she was still holding Carl over her
head. He had just laid there unmoving terrified of what this girl was
doing to his friends. Now she set him down and looked at him sternly.
"What shall we do with you?" Her gaze seemed to go right through him.
He started to cry and beg her not to hurt him. "please leave me alone
don't hurt me." He was panicked and began to back away from her. She
walked to him and lifted him over her head. He screamed as she twirled him
in the air, one hand to the other. His spins became dizzying to follow as
she twirled him faster and faster like a baton. When she stopped and set
him down he was unable to stay on his feet and fell to the ground. She
giggled at his drunken stumbling and lifted him to his feet. He tried to
paw at her body to keep her away, but she easily slapped away his groping
hands.
"No one touches me without permission," she said and slammed a fist
into his stomach. His body flew from her fist and rebounded off the wall
with a thud. Carl was retching and gasping on the floor, unable to breathe
or move. She lifted him once more by his hair and looked at him. His eyes
were unable to focus and he was babbling in pain. She asked him to
apologize for accosting her, but he was unable to respond. Her response
was to raise her fist, say "Say goodnight," to him and punch him viciously
in the jaw. He spun around and fell to the floor, unconscious before he hit
the ground. Tammy looked over the room at the four fallen thugs and smiled.
She walked over to Tom and the bartender and said, "See, I told you this was
going to be cool."
Tom fell to his knees, grabbed the woman's thigh and began to kiss and
caress her muscles in admiration. He was ready to worship this incredible
creature for the rest of his life. She had shown him his true place as a
man. At the foot of a woman who was everything he had ever wanted in life.
The bartender misinterpreted his actions as cowering in fear and thought the
reaction a good one. He was terrified of what this mound of muscle was
going to do to him. As she reached out for him he dropped his baseball bat
and cowered at her other thigh, begging to be spared.
Tammy basked in the admiration and fear of the two men. She allowed
them to continue kissing and caressing her incredible muscles. She
alternately began to tell each man what muscle group to go to next. "Bicep"
she barked at Tom and he instantly moved to that group worshipping in its
hardness and size. "Pecs" she barked at the bartender and he obediently
licked and kissed her breasts shivering in terrified fear of this
destructive goddess. She kept this up for near 15 minutes getting more
and more aroused as she did so.
Then she took the men, stripped off their clothes and raped them. It
could not really be called making love, because the men were unable to
resist her (even if they had wanted to) and were there solely for her
pleasure. They, in turn, received little pleasure from the experience and
in fact felt extreme pain as she poked, caressed and pounded their bodies.
She would alternately take them, and use them as a sex toy. She ceased to
see them as men, only as things for her pleasure. The men were only too
happy to oblige or fearful to resist and she kept this up for some time. As
she gained in momentum her strength again took over. As she ground and
humped down on the men's overmatched bodies they were unable to stop her
and pounded uselessly on her body. She found their actions pleasurable and
felt that they were part of the act.
Her motions continued to become more violent and the men were swooning
from lack of air and pain as her muscles bore down on their pitiful, male
bodies. Tom's last thought was of his love for this tormentress, while
the bartender was sure he was about to die. As she orgasmed again and again
both men fell unconscious. Victims to her incredible strength and sexual
appetite. She continued long after they were out, pleasuring herself as
she saw fit. When she finished, she stood, got her overcoat and put it over
her naked body and walked out of the bar. "Thanks for a lovely evening,"
she said as she walked out of the bar, six men lying in various stages of
unconsciousness and pain.
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After Tammy had left, two more women came into the bar. One was
extremely tall, with blonde hair pulled back in a severe bun. Glasses
covered her blue eyes. The other was shorter, with long black hair and
Asiatic features. Both wore coats, but even with them on it was obvious
they had good builds and wide, strong shoulders.
The brunette inspected the men as the blonde looked over the room, a
slight smile on her attractive face. "Some broken ribs, a broken jaw, this
one may have a broken back," the brunette reported as she pointed to the
biker leader draped over the crushed pool table.
"They'll live, then," the blonde finished.
"Well, yes but can we really continue with the Program after attacks
like this one?"
"We can and we will," the blonde replied sternly. "There's too much
riding on it, besides only those who attacked her got hurt."
"You know that's not true," the brunette objected. "Even accidentally
her strength is too great to be controlled. She might just have well killed
the ones she made love to as the ones she fought with. The Program needs to
be scaled back."
"The Program does not need to be scaled back, we're just learning how to
control it, the object was to increase strength - how can it be too great?"
The blonde began to leave ,"Come on the Police and ambulances will be here
soon and we need to get back. You'll feel better after we run some more
tests."
"I only hope the tests don't get someone killed," the brunette whispered
mainly to herself.
"Most of these men deserve what they get," the blonde replied. The tone
and stern look on her face meant that all discussion on this issue was at an
end for the time being.
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Tammy Evans woke up in an alley. Or at least she felt like she had woken
up. Her head hurt, and her body ached, like it did after one of Doctor
Johannson's workouts. She looked around and did not recognize where she was
and it frightened her. "Why does this keep happening to me?" she cried as
she stood and wiped the dirt from her coat. She realized with a start that
she wasn't wearing anything under her coat and she began to cry. "What's
happening, was I attacked?" she said aloud. This was the third time she had
woken up somewhere else besides her dorm room and it was only three months
into her Freshman term. "Fatigue and anxiety about being away from home,"
Dr. Johannson had said. "She needed to acclimate to her new surroundings."
Tammy doubted this but she trusted the Doc. She was the best thing about
being at this school. She was Tammy's advisor and personal trainer. Along
with seven other girls, including Tammy's roommate Cindy, they made up what
Doc laughingly called the Program. "It was designed to make young women
into all they can be," she had said. Tammy could feel the results and her
confidence in herself was growing. But she was still having these blackouts
and she was scared. "What was she doing out here," she thought. "And where
are my clothes."
Tammy cried for half an hour, then got her bearings and walked back to
the dorms. She knew it was stupid to be out here at night all alone but
somehow she felt safe, invulnerable even. It was a good feeling and
she reveled in it all the way home.